Keats (Yaen Alt)
Jan 9, 2014 2:55:21 GMT -6
Post by Keats on Jan 9, 2014 2:55:21 GMT -6
Name: Keats
Class*: Rogue
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Age: ?? (appears to be between his late twenties and early thirties)
Appearance: Keats stands approximately five feet and ten inches tall, and is of a lean, athletic build. His dark brown hair is kept relatively short, but still keeps a shaggy top, and he sports a small and well groomed beard. His green eyes almost seem to shine with strange and mischievous thoughts, and have held both Lord and peasant captive with their clear, sharp gaze. He almost always sports some sort of grin, making it hard to tell just what he's thinking.
Clothes: He wears a lavender shirt beneath a brown cloak, and brown pants held up by a metal studded black belt with a large brass buckle. A satchel hangs from the side of his belt, and a knife sheath hangs at the back, hidden behind his cloak. Both of his ears are pierced with iron bands, and his fingers are adorned with various rings of different sorts.
Born in**: Lycia (Probably?)
Story***:
Keats' story is a tale rarely told in full, and often filled with lies and alterations. He has dined with noblemen, drank with merchants, and broken bread with paupers, and everywhere he goes, he is both stranger and long lost friend. He knows more about the state of the world and it's people than most, and yet still seems to know more that he will not tell. One cannot even be sure that Keats is his real name.
There are whispers on the lips of the common folk, however, of a secretive guild of thieves. There is little to no proof of this guild, yet still, whenever a Lord has been robbed of his jewels, or a commander has received information he should not have possibly obtained, people whisper of the group that has been come to be known as the Raven's Nest, said to have connections in every town, every city, every army, every palace. Some even say that it is not a guild, but a single man, but such people are rare and few between, and naturally dismissed as blathering nonsense. After all, what man could have the entire continent in his pocket?
Class*: Rogue
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Age: ?? (appears to be between his late twenties and early thirties)
Appearance: Keats stands approximately five feet and ten inches tall, and is of a lean, athletic build. His dark brown hair is kept relatively short, but still keeps a shaggy top, and he sports a small and well groomed beard. His green eyes almost seem to shine with strange and mischievous thoughts, and have held both Lord and peasant captive with their clear, sharp gaze. He almost always sports some sort of grin, making it hard to tell just what he's thinking.
Clothes: He wears a lavender shirt beneath a brown cloak, and brown pants held up by a metal studded black belt with a large brass buckle. A satchel hangs from the side of his belt, and a knife sheath hangs at the back, hidden behind his cloak. Both of his ears are pierced with iron bands, and his fingers are adorned with various rings of different sorts.
Born in**: Lycia (Probably?)
Story***:
Keats' story is a tale rarely told in full, and often filled with lies and alterations. He has dined with noblemen, drank with merchants, and broken bread with paupers, and everywhere he goes, he is both stranger and long lost friend. He knows more about the state of the world and it's people than most, and yet still seems to know more that he will not tell. One cannot even be sure that Keats is his real name.
There are whispers on the lips of the common folk, however, of a secretive guild of thieves. There is little to no proof of this guild, yet still, whenever a Lord has been robbed of his jewels, or a commander has received information he should not have possibly obtained, people whisper of the group that has been come to be known as the Raven's Nest, said to have connections in every town, every city, every army, every palace. Some even say that it is not a guild, but a single man, but such people are rare and few between, and naturally dismissed as blathering nonsense. After all, what man could have the entire continent in his pocket?
